Saturday, September 8, 2018

“Happy Birthday, slave.”

This is punishment for me catching you watching that filth. This is exactly what happens to the men in those videos you were watching. They wanted to be abused by a woman. And that’s exactly what’s going to happen to you.”


When I awoke, I found myself lying face down on the table on which Mistress Gail tortured me at the begin the evening. Lying on my stomach, I slowly discovered my surrounding. I was lying face down on something you could call a cross between a table and a cross. My upper body up to my hips where lying on a type of massage table, the ones they use in the health resorts or spas with a hole where my face rested. My face rested just inside of this hole, and underneath the table, set on the ground, was a mirror that showed the image of my legs, stretch opened and tied down on the cross beams. This left my ass and dangling testicles and flaccid penis vulnerable and easy to reach. Suddenly and with a shock I realise that my balls were tied together in a neat bundle.

As I lay there, I tried to turn my head, but it was secure strapped to the padding surrounding the hole in the table. I tried to move my arms and legs, but to no avail. As I tried to get up, I heard the distinctive clicks of heels on the floor. Through the hole in the table I first saw shiny black boots slowly walking in between my open legs. Then I saw the long shapely legs and then the black leather hot pants.

I felt her hand on my ass, gently rubbing it, tracing the marks and ridges of the caning she gave me earlier. Softly, with her long nails she traces soft patterns on my back and ass, sliding her hand down my ass and tracing my tightly tied balls and the base of cock all the way to its head and back again, teasing me into an erection. Suddenly she grasps my balls and squeezed them

“I know how much you like watching, , slave,” Mistress Gail said. “And I’m not talking about that porn I caught you watching. I’m talking about us/ Us, when I torture and humiliate you. You always like to watch when I make you cum.” She lightly spanked me. “You like to watch your hot cum shoot out of your dick, landing on my boots. Always, you like to watch. So, I’m going to let you watch all of this.”

“Mistress,” I said, testing the strength of my current bonds. Sure enough, I couldn’t get out of them. I could move, yes, but I couldn’t escape this new position. My head had a strap at the top and at my neck, forcing me to keep my face in the hole. Other straps around my shoulders, the middle of my back, right above my butt, right below my butt on each leg and at my ankles kept me at bay. Each wrist also had its own individual strap. I was completely helpless and vulnerable

“Yes?” she asked, lightly spanking me again.

“What is this?” I tried moving again—pointless as it was.

“This is the ultimate climax, slave. It’s just you and me: slave and Mistress. I don’t want anyone else around for this. This is going to be rather intimate, I think.” Tracing my ass-crack with her fingernail, she moaned. “This is going to be just what you wanted, honey.”

For some reason, that worried me. “Listen,” I said, “we don’t have to do any more. I mean, what you gave me so far was great, but—.”

She cut me off abruptly with a hard smack of this ass—not with her hand, and not with the riding crop she had with her earlier. This was something heavier and stronger, and it stung.

Before I could ask what it was, she smacked my ass again.

“slave,” she said. “I decided to not gag you during this because I want to hear you moan and beg for me to stop. I do not want to hear you try to talk your way out of this, not after what I’ve given you. I’ve given you the ultimate man’s fantasy, and I’m not about to let you fucking go without giving you a great finish. Or,” she added as an afterthought, “unscathed.”

That worried me more. “Mistress,” I said, and then another hard smack, followed by two more quickly, one following the other in rapid succession. I cried out.

“The wonderful thing about this leather strap,” she said, “is that I don’t have to alternate between your cheeks. One swing, two cheeks. It’s great. It’s wide and long enough to get both of them. Takes less time, too.”


Smack, smack, smack.

“Oh, God,” I cried, but she smacked me three more times. I’m not sure, but I may have actually started crying, and there was nothing I could do. I could either try to talk my way out of whatever twisted finale she had planned with the threat of further beating, or I could hold my tongue and let her go through with it.

“Your ass is red,” she said, and hit it again. “It looks like a cherry.” Two more smacks. “If you’re ready to continue, I’ll stop beating your ass, It’s so damn red. Is that a yelp, there’s even a little blood. Have you had enough?”

“Yes!” I yelled, much louder than I intended.

“Good.” I heard her put the strap down, and then, looking into the mirror beneath me, saw Mistress Gail get under the table and kneel before my dangling cock—which, to my shame, was a little harder now than it was before she started swatting my ass for the hell of it.

To my further shame, she noticed. As she grabbed my cock and pulled on it, she said, “I see you liked getting your little ass beaten. Maybe I’ll keep that strap around after tonight, huh?” She smiled at me through the mirror.

I’ll admit, even after all of what had happened tonight, the sight of Mistress Gail took my breath away and made me grow harder.

As she knelt behind my dick I suddenly notice how incredible she looked dressed in a black leather corset that hugged her small breasts, giving her more cleavage than ever before. The back of the corset ended just above a skin-tight black leather hot-pant. Still wearing her thigh-high black boots and dangerously pointy heels, she looked like a sex goddess, one that even Venus would praise.

Wrapping her right hand around my testicles, she smiled as she started to slowly wank my cock, which was a first. It felt incredible as she slowly move her hand up and down my cock while holding on to my throbbing balls. “How’d that feel?”


She laughed, and then sat down under the table, facing the mirror.


Giggling, with her left index finger, she started rubbing the head of my dick. She went faster, and I moaned, and she said, “You better be enjoying this.” Then she dug her nail into the slit on the head of my cock, and I flinched, recoiling at the sudden, painful action. She laughed some more—probably at my futile attempt at escape—but she didn’t pull away her nail. Instead, she twisted her nail around in the slit.

“Oh, Jesus, please stop!”

“You mean you don’t like this?”

“God—no! Please Stop Mistress!”

She laughed and laughed, continuing to smile in the mirror, seemingly oblivious to the torture she inflicted on to my penis. “Not yet,” she said, and squeezed my balls tighter while digging harder into my dick’s head.

I begged her to stop, but she didn’t listen. I cried out for God, but no answer there, either—just the perverse laughter from the seductive Mistress Gail.

Suddenly, she pulled out her nail and traced her finger over my swollen testicles. “Ooh,” she cooed. “These look nice and veiny, .” I felt her slowly rolling my balls between her fingers, softly at first but then with more power, causing me to cry out in pain

After several minutes of abusing my balls, she said to me, “Are you ready for your abuse to continue?”

Before I could answer, she let go of my balls, deciding instead to grab my dick with her right hand. She took a hold of my girth and squeezed. And then put the open palm of her left hand underneath my penis and said, “When you come—and you will be coming—I’m going to catch it and then you will eat it. I’m going to milk you like an animal, and you won’t be able to do anything about it.”

She stroked my shaft slowly, and I moaned. It felt good. Mistress Gail always felt good.

In the mirror, she smiled at me. “When you come, it’s going to get a lot worse.”

Startled, I asked, “What?”

Continuing stroking my cock in long motions, catching the pre-cum in her palm, she said, “This is punishment, honey. I’m giving you exactly what you wanted.”

“No,” I said, shaking my head, or at least trying to.

Frowning, she nodded and said matter-of-factly, “Yes. This is punishment for me catching you watching that filth. This is exactly what happens to the men in those videos you were watching. They wanted to be abused by a woman. And that’s exactly what’s going to happen to you.”

Oh, fuck. “Please, don’t do that.”

“Don’t worry. I’m going to make you cum, and then abusing your cock long after you’ve released your load…that sounds like a lot of fun, and I want to try it.”

She switched techniques. Still gripping my shaft, she took her left index finger and started circling the head of penis, like she had done earlier, right before she dig her nail into me. “Your head is so swollen, The tip looks like a big old mushroom. Your head looks like a different colour than your ass. This is more purple than red. Does this feel good?”

It did, and I told her so.

“Good, good.” She continued circling the head slowly with her finger. It felt incredible. She has done this to me before, but never long enough to make me come. I wondered if this time would be different. I wondered if I even could come this way. We had never tried. Mistress Gail gets impatient, especially when she’s working on me, and after a while of toying with me, she wants to see me cum, so she abandons what’s making me squirm in favour of what makes me explode.

“I’m going to wank this cock of you until you cum and then some more,” she said, as her hand slides up and down my cock. In the mirror, she looked incredible, kneeling in such an outfit and wanking my dangling cock while massaging my balls, gently taking the right testicle into her hand, squeezing it lightly, and then doing the same with the left testicle.

The feeling of her hand around my dick, and watching drove me to the edge. Before I could think, I spoke. “Mistress, I’m close.”

Immediately, she released my cock. “Not yet,” she said “Not just yet.”

Then she flicked my balls with her finger.

“Ouch,” I said, it being mildly painful.

She flicked again—harder this time.

“Mistress that hurts.”

Ignoring me, she flicked my testicles three times. I felt my stomach drop. It didn’t feel good, but she said, “Wow, I didn’t think it was possible, but your dick is actually getting harder.”


“Please Mistress Gail.”

Turning to face the mirror, she smiled, and for the first time in my life, she scared me. “See, the thing is, you have nowhere to run. You can’t get out. You’re stuck. And I’m going to torture the hell out of you.”

She grabbed my dick and more pre-cum oozed out. “If that truly frightened you, then you wouldn’t be so fucking hard right now.”

I tried shaking my head. “I can’t control that.”

Frowning, but never taking her eyes off the mirror, she shook her head. “Well, that’s too bad for you.”

She held my gaze as she started pumping me again with her right hand and rubbing her open left palm against the head. It stung a little, and I felt a burning sensation in my loins, similar to when I’m about to come, but not quite the same.

Picking up speed, she said, “When I tell you to come, you better fucking come.”

She went faster, her right hand squeezing the shaft hard but pumping up-and-down quickly, while her left hand went in a fast circle, the palm never leaving the surface of my penis’ throbbing head.

“Oh, God,” I said.

“Not yet.” Faster she went.

“Please Mistress.”

“Trust me, you don’t want what comes next.”

Like I had a choice. “You’re going to make me come!”

“Now,” she said, and went even faster and harder. “Come for me now. Shoot your cum on my boots! Do it! Now!”

I loved when she told me to come. I always asked her to do that in the past, and whenever she commanded me to do so, I couldn’t resist her naughty instruction. And even though I had come twice already tonight—was it still the same night? I closed my eyes and with a grunt, I came again.

“That’s it,”Mistress Gail said, having moved her left hand to my balls to coax as much cum out of me as possible, slowing down the pace. “That’s it. That’s my big guy. That’s my boy

I opened my eyes, and she was smiling into the mirror. “Thank You Mistress” I said, and she only laughed.

My cum had shot out of me straight down onto her shiny leather boots, but she paid it no mind.

Instead, she asked me, “Is that it?”

Rubbing my balls harder, my shaft tighter, she spat at me again: “Is that it?”

“No,” I whimpered.

“No, that’s not it? You have more? I want more!” She continued her hard rubbing, and then she released my balls and started twisting my sensitive head. She yelled, “Where is it?”

“No,” I said again, this time a mere cry. “No, please stop.”

But she ignored me and rubbed the head harder, and I cried out in pain. “God, please stop Mistress Gail!”

Pumping and twisting so hard that she panted, she said, almost short of breath, “No. I’m sorry, but this is what you wanted. I’m not stopping. I’m not going to stop.”

“No.” It came out as a whisper.

“I’m sorry,


She mocked me, then. “Ooh, does that hurt, big guy? Does that hurt, Does it hurt when I abuse your fucking little sensitive head?”

“Please,” I said, blinking away tears, embarrassed and ashamed. “Please Mistress.”

She moaned. “This is making me so happy, hearing you beg me to stop, hearing you beg me for mercy on your cock. Having complete control over you is heaven bliss slave.


“You can take it, honey.” She rubbed my head faster and harder, never letting up on the speed or strength. Tears flowed out of my eyes and I could barely see in the mirror any more. “You can take it, Your big, strong cock can take it, can’t it? It better, poor baby. It better be able to take it.”

Continuing her pumping, she stopped rubbing my head only to re-insert her fingernail into the slit. I jerked against the restraints, trying to get away, trying to get free of these damn bonds.

But I couldn’t.

“Nowhere to go,” she mocked. “Can’t get away, poor baby. Can’t get away from your Mistress Gail abusing your cock. Oh, no, nowhere to go.”

“Plea…please,…stop.” Wheezing now, I sounded pathetic, even to me.

Wanking my cock with her one using her other hand to squeeze my testicles, she pouted, “I want more cum. Do I have to finger you for it?” I felt like passing out.

“I don’t think I…” I trailed off and she twisted my penis.

“I. Want. More. Cum!” She dug her fingernail back in.


“Where is it?”

“Mistress, please.”

“Where’s my fucking cum?”

The pain was growing, becoming too much for me to handle. My stomach felt weak, my head felt like it was swimming in the clouds, and my cock and balls felt like they were on fire. I could hardly see any more, and I thought I was going to pass out again when I felt her forcing a dildo into my ass hole.

Vision suddenly clear, I looked into the mirror and only saw the bottom of her legs, her sexy boots with my previous load sliding down the leather toward the floor. Then I saw her left hand come into view and grab my cock, beginning to jerk me off as her right hand violated me with the dildo.

“Where’s your fucking prostate?” she barked.

Grunting, my head went back as far as it could.

“You like when I fuck you,? I figured you would. I’m going to make you come again, and it’s going to hurt like hell.”

Her left thumb flicked my penis’ head and I yelped. “God, stop this,Mistress Gail. Please.”

“I’m afraid I can’t,” she said, feigning sympathy. “I’m sorry, sweetie, but this is exactly what you wanted, and this is exactly what you’re going to get. You wanted to be dominated, and I’m dominating you. You wanted this post-orgasm torture ,and this is what you’re getting, whether you can take it or not. You wanted me to abuse your cock, and that’s exactly what you’re getting. And even though you’re afraid of getting fucked in the ass and that’s exactly what you’re getting. Now come for me again before I get really mad!”


She found my prostate with strap-on dildo and fucked it as she pumped my poor, sensitive and raw penis, I cried out as I spurted come like a geyser, my white jizz landing on her boots, giving them a new shine.

She continued to fuck my ass. “That’s it, Come for your Mistress. Come for me, baby. Come. Come. Come.”

I came, came, came, and she was right: it hurt like fucking hell. But I came nonetheless, my body betraying me, my body loving the torment inflicted upon me by my Mistress. Yet again, tears rolled down my cheeks and onto the ground as I continued coming thanks toMistress Gail still fucking my prostate.

Feeling dirty, I shut my eyes.

Soon, she released my spent cock and extracted the dildo from my ass. Silently, she got on the ground before me, and stroked my cheek very gently. I opened my eyes.

From below me, Mistress Gail smiled.

Afraid to speak, I said nothing. She stood and began undoing my restraints, and within a minute, I was free. I stood, naked, and faced her, to be abused and used by her. She just smiled and said,

“Happy Birthday, slave.”

One I’ll never forget.

Total Control

Hello all,

I haven’t blog for awhile as Mercury has been in retrograde for Certain periods of the year and effect my own planet in the retrograde season I choose not to write or share my own self expression of Self as I am an not able to express my Self to the best of my own ability in the retrograde season as Mercury rules communications.

Dates of Mercury Retrograde

March 22 – April 15, 2018 in fire-sign Aries
July 26 – August 18, 2018 in fire-sign Leo water-sign Scorpio
November 16 – December 6 in fire sign Sagittarius, ends water sign Scorpio

More info to understand why Mistress Gail Does not write or update her Blog when Mercury is in retrograde.



You may have heard friends say, “Oh, no – Mercury is about to retrograde again!” If you don’t know astrology, you may have wondered what they were talking about. Of all planetary aspects, this one seems to garner the most attention from readers, and it certainly generates the most mail.
The reason for their interest is clear – this phenomenon is one of the few that affects everyone in a fairly uniform way, and its effects are always obvious. Once you begin to pay attention to how events in your life change during these phases, you will soon see how important it is to take note of them.
Keeping track of Mercury retrograde periods can allow you to increase your productivity and avoid at least some of the frustration they can bring about. Let’s look closely at Mercury retrograde and what it means to you.

Does Mercury Really Move Backward?

Mercury doesn’t actually move backward. If you do a bit of stargazing, you will see that Mercury appears to move backward, just as the ancient astrologers perceived thousands of years ago. After a while – in Mercury’s case, a three-and-a-half-week period – the planet will reverse itself and move “forward” again.

Because Mercury is the planet situated closest to the Sun, its orbit is much shorter than Earth’s. About three or four times a year, Mercury speeds past Earth, and that is when we experience a Mercury retrograde period. If you were in a car and another car passed you, you could tell it was going faster than you. But if it slowed down and you then passed it, it would appear that that car was actually going backward. Then when the other car speeds up and passes you again, it kicks up all of the dust in the road. As Mercury speeds by, it is like a train flying past, creating a powerful, turbulent gust of “wind” in its wake. The turbulence and disruption Mercury creates when it retrogrades can affect what we feel on Earth in our everyday lives.
In astrology, we always believe the following rule is true: “As above, so too below.” By that we mean there is a fractal relationship between the orbits in the heavens and human activity down here on Earth. This idea pervades all of astrology and is a very good concept to keep in mind.

Areas of Life Mercury Rules

Mercury rules all types of communication, including listening, speaking, learning, reading, editing, researching, negotiating, selling, and buying. Mercury also rules all formal contracts and agreements, as well as important documents such as book manuscripts or term papers, agreements, deeds, contracts, leases, wills, and so forth.
Included under this planet’s domain are all types of code, including computer codes, as well as transportation, shipping, and travel. When this planet retrogrades, these areas tend to get scrambled or spin out of control.
Why does this happen?

When a planet retrogrades, astrologically it is in a resting or sleeping state. Therefore, while Mercury naps, the activities that it governs don’t have the benefit of a well-functioning, wide-awake planet to supervise them. Expect a certain degree of pandemonium to ensue!
What You Should – and Should Not – Do During a Mercury Retrograde Phase

Don’t make any important moves when Mercury is retrograde. Nothing will be settled successfully for the future during these periods anyway – you will find it nearly impossible to nail down a plan. During a retrograde period, it is hard to get decisions from others. Even if a decision is made, it will be subject to change, either just after Mercury turns to direct motion or much later.
Mercury retrograde periods would not be good times to do anything involving communications, such as launch a magazine, website, or an advertising or publicity campaign.

These phases are also considered poor times to launch any new endeavours, even if they are not related to the communications industries.
Similarly, a retrograde period is not a good time to sign any contracts or even to shake hands on any new agreements. Do not close on a house during this time nor sign a lease. Verbal agreements are considered the same as written ones. The environment will be quite fluid and changeable, no matter what you are told or what you think.

It’s not that the people you are dealing with are necessarily duplicitous. It’s just that nobody can fully predict what conditions will be like later. If you start a new job, it won’t necessarily be the position you thought it was when you accepted it. If you are a manager, you will have difficulty choosing the right candidate for the job, so, if you can, hold off hiring anyone. If you buy a house, problems could crop up later that were completely unanticipated.

Do Not Have Plastic Surgery or Other Elective Surgery When Mercury, Venus, and Mars Are Retrograde

Of course, if you have an emergency, you must have surgery. At other times in life, we do have a choice about when to schedule an operation or procedure. In those cases, such as having plastic surgery, it is best to avoid Mercury retrograde periods. These are periods where mistakes are more prone to happen than at other times, or when judgement is off. Your surgeon is under the same conditions as you, so I would suggest waiting.
I would also strongly suggest that you avoid plastic surgery when Venus retrogrades, because Venus rules beauty, and the whole purpose of the surgery is to improve your looks.

Mars rules the whole area of surgery, so you would ideally want Mars to be in the best possible form, too. It is said not to have an operation on the part of the body that the sign Mars is moving through rules. For example, if Mars happens to be in Capricorn, it would not be the best time for a knee operation because Capricorn rules the knees. It is said that Mars will increase pain and swelling.

A full moon at the time of the surgery will increase bleeding. We do the best we can.
Again, let me reiterate, if you have an emergency, don’t worry about any of these rules – have your surgery. I had to have very serious surgery, triggered by a new moon solar eclipse, on the wrong part of the body (because Mars was in the sign ruling the part of the body that was being affected by the surgery). Admittedly, it was a tough surgery, but it was highly successful. If you need surgery, have it!

So there you have it, over the period of the retrograde I did receive two beautiful written fantasies written by a slave who would have Won hand down if he had bought a Raffle ticket for the Kinky Shoe Box Competition. Still Humming as to whether I should give him a pro- bono session for his effort over this period regarding his fantasies. .

This I choose to leave in the readers heart ,mind, and hand and for you decide whether this slave in question deserved a Pro -Bonn session for his session play or Not.

Voting regarding these two sessions play can be sent to
with either a Yes or No.

Mistress Gail has edited out certain things I do not offer and specialize in regarding nudity in the sessions play for Me on a Personal Level as the Professional Dominatrix on an experiential and observation mode of self I experience an erotic mental euphoria as a Professional Dominatrix in a Fem Dom sessions and at other time I will be fully aware of the sexual chemistry that present in a session and will conduct the Session Professionally from beginning to end and at other times.

I’m sometime aroused by the sessions play without beginning aware that I am excited or aroused by the session as I’m so focused on working on the fetish and fantasy until I go to the loo and discover that I am wet and will go oh my word..

How interesting is that and that long after you have left. Which I still find fascinating and intriguing at the same time as the Professional Dominatrix.

Total Control


I climbed the steps to Mistress Gail’s dungeon with great anticipation. This was our third meeting, and each previous session had been amazing. She was a stunning beauty, of tall and really sexy. I knocked, and almost immediately the door opened a foot to reveal her smiling face peeking around the edge of the door. She stepped back to let me in, and immediately closed and locked the door behind me. She greeted me with a quick hug and asked me if I needed to use the rest room or wanted some water. I declined both, and she sat down on a large armchair.

Mistress Gail didn’t look like a dominatrix now. She was wearing a red silk robe with decorative embroidery. The small anteroom we/ We were in gave no hints either — it was a tiny but cosy sitting room, lit by a few electric candles. Her hair cascaded around her shoulders, and she looked both at ease and gorgeous as she inspected me.

“First, off with the clothes. You know where they go.” Like most Mistresses, she always had a pre-session chat. The second time, though, she had me undress first, and the plan seemed to be the same. I quickly shed my clothes, hanging them on a hook on the opposite wall and placing my shoes on the floor underneath them.

Mistress gestured to a pillow on the floor near her feet, saying, “Have a seat, get comfortable.” She liked her subs nude and below her, but at least she didn’t go in for uncomfortable kneeling positions with one’s head on the floor.

After a few pleasantries about the weather and my trip to her city, she outlined her plan.

“By now, I know what you like and what turns you off. I have a good idea of your tolerance for discomfort and pain. You enjoy the sensual and erotic aspects of BDSM, and you enjoy an orgasm far more than orgasm denial. That’s not unusual, of course, but some clients…” She didn’t finish the sentence.

“Your email said you wanted me to push your boundaries, and closed with, ’surprise me!’” I can do both, but that means we can’t discuss too many details up front. Still good?”

I assured her that her plan was fine so far.

“So,” she continued, “I need to be sure one part of the plan is OK with you. We’ve always used a safe word which, if you used it, caused me to stop whatever I was doing immediately. For most of our session, we’ll continue to do that. If something is too painful,

“But, when we get to one part of the session, the safe word protocol changes. If you use it, I will continue what I’m doing for 60 seconds. I’ll let you know when we are almost there, and if you use it again, I will stop after 60 more seconds. If you don’t use it again, we keep going and start a new cycle.”

“That means that your safe word won’t stop me for two minutes. Or longer, if you change your mind before you say it again. That may seem scary, but I can assure you of a couple of things. First, while we are using this protocol, I won’t be doing anything that can injure you or even cause you pain that will last after I stop. Second, as with everything I do, I’ll be keeping an eye on your responses and if I feel there’s any kind of emergency, I’ll stop with or without a safe word. But, I know what I’m doing, and I don’t expect any emergencies. The activity I have in mind may be intense, but it’s also quite harmless.”

I thought about her suggestion for a moment. Going into a session without a safe word that would stop things immediately was something I had never done before, but I trusted Mistress Gail’s judgement and skill completely. So, I didn’t think for long. Casting caution and doubts to the wind, I agreed to her terms.

“Excellent!” she said with a big smile, “You won’t regret it. At least, I hope not!” She followed the last statement with a wink, which I hoped meant she was kidding. Showing me to an interior door the next room was larger and somewhat brighter. Restraints, ropes, and all types of floggers and paddles hung from hooks on the walls. An X-shaped cross stood at one end of the room, Various bulky gear was pushed against the walls. The centre of the room was dominated by a padded table.

The table looked rather like a large massage table, but it had a few interesting features. Steel rings were located every few inches in the metal beams that supported the padded top. These, I knew, made attaching restraints simple and fast. They could be used with metal clips or with ropes equally well. It was a bit larger than a typical massage table and appeared to be unusually sturdy.

“We’re going to use just the table today,” she said, “so we won’t have any interruptions in changing equipment or positions. In some sessions, those little breaks are good. Today, though, the action is going to be non-stop.” With another wink, she added, “For better or worse.”

She instructed me to sit on the edge of the table, and rapidly attached leather wrist and ankle restraints. This was her usual approach, as the rings on the restraints made changing set ups faster than complicated rope work. Then, she surprised me by adding a thick belt around my waist and a pair of leather thigh restraints.

“Get on the table, on your back,” she instructed. When I was centred to her satisfaction, she clipped my wrists to the waist belt. She proceeded to use nylon bands to attach the waist belt to the table, and then the thigh and ankle restraints. From the waist down, I was quite immobile, though I could move my upper torso a bit.

“We’re not done yet,” she said, and pulled a thick roll of pink plastic wrap off a nearby shelf. She first wrapped my stomach and ribs, encircling me and the table multiple times. When the number of layers seemed sufficient, she surveyed her work. The wrap didn’t get as high as my nipples, and she gave one, then the other, a slightly painful pinch.

She immediately proceeded to repeat the procedure with my thighs. If the restraints had allowed me a little wiggle room before, now I had none. I had been restrained many times before, often in helpless and inescapable positions, but never had I been immobilized so completely. I could move my head a little and wiggle my fingers in the gap between the upper and lower wraps, but nothing else budged.

Mistress Gail stood back to survey her work. Satisfied, ” With that, she undid her robe, slipped it off her shoulders, and tossed it aside.

To my surprise, she was wearing a corset, In past sessions, she had remained completely covered, one time in a latex catsuit and the other in a PVC mini dress with a matching thong.

“You didn’t know that I’m a bit of an exhibitionist,” she said. “I only let that side of me come out on special occasions, though, and only when my toys are particularly helpless.”

“Your bondage is even more complete than usual. Unfortunately, it doesn’t give me access to your ass. You know I enjoy that — there’s nothing that makes me feel more in charge than being inside a helpless slave.”

“But, today I’m going to focus only on a few parts of you… your cock, for starters…” With that, she raked her nails across my cock and balls. My cock swelled just a bit, but she didn’t continue.

“Your nipples, just a bit…” As she said that, she reached out with both hands, and gave each nipple a prolonged squeeze. It hurt, though not too badly. Despite the discomfort, my cock seemed to have a mind of its own and responded a bit more.

“And, of course, your brain…” In one smooth move, she leaped onto the table, put one foot on either side of me, and positioned her g string pussy and ass inches above my face. “Don’t even think about raising your head,” she cautioned. Glancing back at my stiffening cock, she chuckled. “Well, I guess you are thinking about it, but don’t you dare do it… Your brain is your most powerful sex organ, and we’ll work that a little today, too.”

She gracefully climbed off the table and stood next to me. Then, turning her back to me, she began organizing various implements on an adjacent table. She leaned over at her waist, again exposing her bare bottom. I was sure she was doing that just to taunt and excite me.

“We’re going to work with very few interruptions today,” she said. “I want to maintain the intensity of what we are doing, and not give you a chance to relax. Or, this a chance to relax…” she said, giving my cock a flick with her finger.

Reaching behind her, she grabbed a length of round, shoelace-type cord. Quickly, she looped it around the base of my cock a couple of times, then my balls, and then tied the ends snugly.

Raking her nails up the length of my cock, she watched it begin to engorge. The tie, I knew, would tend to keep me harder than usual and make it more difficult for my erection to subside.

Once again, she pinched both nipples, hard and long. She looked into my eyes as she did that, but I didn’t know if she was gauging my tolerance for the pain or daring me to use our safe word.

She quickly turned to her table and, when she turned back, she held an electrical device emitting a low buzzing sound. She brought it to my nipples, and I felt a mild prickling sensation. It wasn’t unpleasant or painful. She moved it to my balls, and then, bit by bit, up my cock. When she reached the head, she lingered a bit, touching different spots and then withdrawing it.

“That’s not too bad, is it?” she prompted. “No, Mistress,” I replied. With that, she reached around and turned a knob. Now, as she touched my cock, the mild prickling became a little zap. She proceeded to tour my exposed bits again, ending with my nipples.

When she again turned the dial, I suspected the zap would turn into a more painful sensation. It did. Now, she held the probe away from me, bringing it in to touch, or nearly touch, me for just a second at a time. Each touch causes a flinch or involuntary jerk on my part, at least as much of a jerk as my restraints would allow.

Through this, my cock got even harder. “You seem to like this,” she said. She placed the electrical device back on her table. “Maybe you need even more electricity.”

She proceeded to place what I knew were electrode pads at the head of my cock, down the shaft, and on my thighs. She must have had everything set up, as in a few seconds I felt a pulsing tingle in my cock.

I’ve had different electro stim devices used on me, and the sensations ranged from painful or annoying to interesting and unusual. None were overly erotic, and after a few tries I didn’t suggest them when discussion session plans.

As my Mistress played with the controls, I was happy that the sensations were a sort of gentle thrumming that weren’t unpleasant. They felt almost like a vibration, and there was a sensation of motion.

“How does that feel?”

“Interesting,” I replied. Smiling, she continued to play with the controls. The sensations shifted and grew stronger and weaker. As a few minutes passed, she focused on my face while adjusting the controls. I felt a more powerful sensation in the head of my cock. It was as if there was something inside the head, producing an odd vibrating motion. The sensation was slightly uncomfortable due to its power but was also more pleasurable than other electro stim feelings I’d had.

“I think we found your hot button,” she giggled. She increased the intensity a bit more, and my whole body wiggled slightly under the restraints.

“That feels really good,” I admitted. For the first time ever, I thought I could be brought to orgasm by electricity alone. I was quite sure she wasn’t ready for that, though, and I prepared to warn her that if she kept it up for much longer I’d be in danger of coming.

She was focused intensely on my face, though, and before I could say a word, she ratcheted down the intensity. A few seconds later, she swiftly removed the electrodes and gave my cock a few strokes.

“We seem to be enjoying ourselves,” she chuckled. I couldn’t disagree, as she had the evidence grasped in her hand.

She proceeded to alternate discomfort, pain, and pleasure. She would rap my cock and balls lightly with a crop, then stroke them. A few times, she leaned over me and let her hair brush against my exposed abdomen and cock. A stroke or two might be followed by a light slap.

She continued this process of alternating pain and pleasure. At one point, after pinching both nipples hard and long, she leaned over and brushed her own firm breast against the knuckles of my exposed but immobilized fingers. “Oops!” was all she said, with a sly smile.

Through all this, my cock remained engorged and hard. During a normal session, the delays in changing equipment or restraints would cause my erection to wane before being aroused again. Not today, though. I was definitely excited and beginning to hope she’d release me soon.

“You are staying nice and hard for me,” she said, pointing out the obvious. She gave me some long, slow strokes, one after the other, that I thought might be leading to my desired finale. Then, as I felt the stirrings of an orgasm, or at least the precursor to one, she turned to her table and grabbed a ball gag.

I was surprised, as she had never used a gag of any kind. I’m not a fan of gags, as they limit communication and, on one occasion, resulted in an earlier-than-expected orgasm when the mistress ignored my attempts to warn her I was getting close.

In seconds, though, she had the ball in my mouth and the strap secured behind my head. She returned her attention to my cock and began to explain.

“I told you we’d have a different safe word arrangement during part of the session. That time is now. Your safe word is three quick grunts, uh-uh-uh. Let’s hear it,” she said.

“Uh-uh-uh,” I squeezed out around the gag.

“Perfect,” she continued. “Don’t use it to warn me when you are going to come. I know you are going to come, because I’m going to make it happen. Got that?”

I nodded that I understood. She gently played with my cock and balls.

“Good. Use the safe word only if what I am doing is so intense you want me to stop. And remember, I won’t stop right away. After sixty seconds, if you use the safe word again, I’ll stop completely after another sixty seconds. If you don’t use it at that point, we’ll start over. Understand?”

Once again, I nodded, though I was a bit confused. She seemed to be getting me ready to finish, not for more pain and pleasure play. I was in no position to control the flow of events, though, so I relaxed to let her do whatever she had planned.

She released the bondage from my cock and balls and began to massage the areas that had been bound. The expanded circulation felt good, and her efforts meant that there was no danger of my erection going away without the binding. She drizzled a little oil into her hand and began stroking me more vigorously.

After her lengthy teasing session, my excitement was at a peak. She watched my reactions, though, and didn’t push me too fast. Once, when I was sure my orgasm was imminent, she slowed her efforts and I found that I hadn’t quite hit the point of no return.

Eventually, though, she smiled and said, “Now’s the time…”

And it was. She increased her speed and pressure and rubbed the head with one hand while stroking the other to the base. I couldn’t have stopped if my life depended on it, and I found myself groaning into the gag as my cock spurted and my hips tried unsuccessfully to thrust.

Being so completely immobile was a strange sensation, but I let her hands do the work and soaked up the pleasurable sensations.

As her hands slowed and my spasms ceased, I had forgotten about the safe word arrangement and was already thinking how pleasant a hot shower and a glass of wine would be after she got me off the table.

My first inkling that we weren’t done was when we were at the point where I expected her to stop stroking and head for the bathroom to retrieve a wash cloth. She did neither. She kept stroking and even increased the pressure on my cock head a little. It still felt good, but it was beginning to get a little uncomfortable.

Like most guys (and women, too), after an orgasm I usually experience a period of sensitivity where continued stimulation can be uncomfortable or even painful. I’ve occasionally asked partners to stop their efforts when I hit that point, as the transition can happen fairly quickly.

She looked at me with an innocent expression on her face. “Was that good for you?”

I nodded vigorously but was also thinking that she should be wrapping things up.

“Glad to hear that… but we’re not quite done here,” she said. With that, she looked deeply into my eyes and began stroking harder and faster. My discomfort ratcheted up in a major way.

She held her gaze and smiled. Was that an evil smile? Or just an “I’m in control” smile? Either way, she wasn’t letting up.

My glans was by far the most sensitive part of my cock, and she gave it special attention every few seconds. The discomfort was approaching pain, and the overall sensation was intense. There was a tiny underlying element of remembered pleasure there, but now the pain and overall intensity were driving me wild.

I tried to squirm, and for the first time realized why she had bound me so securely. There was nothing I could do to lessen the intensity of what she was doing. I couldn’t thrust, or squirm away, or do anything other than lie there as she tortured my ultra-sensitive cock.

The sensations were approaching the point of being unbearable. I grunted three times quickly, knowing that even then I was a full two minutes away from salvation.

“Giving up already? But we’ve just begun. OK, I’m watching the second hand on the clock.” She continued vigorous stroking, and I hoped the time would go quickly.

“Oh, I forgot to mention something… When you use the safe word a second time, I’ve still got a whole minute to torture you. And, I’ll make that minute twice as intense as what you’ve had so far. So, I suggest you try and hold off.”

As she said that, her intensity decreased. She spent more time on my less-sensitive shaft and reduced the pressure on my glans. It was almost bearable, and I feared what she had in store for me if I used the safe word again.

“Decision in five seconds… three… two… one…” She looked at me intently. I stayed silent.

After a few seconds, she burst into a big smile. “Great choice! I’m so glad we get to play some more!”

With those words, she again resumed her more intense stroking. The sensations were soon unbearable. Every now and then she backed off a bit, as if she sensed I was ready to use the safe word again. But then, she’d start up again.

I don’t know how long that continued. I was almost in another world mentally. Perhaps that’s what they call sub space, though I’ve never actually experienced that. When she peaked her pressure again, I grunted three times.

“Oooh, giving up again? Remember my warning… you may be better off letting me play than forcing me to squeeze all of my enjoyment into one, final minute…”

“Besides,” she cooed, “I’m getting really mentally excited by this!” She swiftly lifted herself onto the table, straddling my arms facing my feet. She did this so quickly she barely let go of my cock. She kept gently stroking the shaft, mostly avoiding the super-sensitive head.

“Can you tell how mentally aroused I am?” She lowered her thong pussy within a few inches of my face,saying, “Five seconds to decide…

But I really am turned on.” I looked longingly at her thong pussy, It may have been my imagination, but I thought I detected the aroma of arousal, too.

She edged her bottom a bit closer, and I began to lean my head upward, desperately trying to reach her with an extended tongue. Before I could make contact, she lifted herself out of reach and slid back down to the floor.

“Thanks for not using your safe word again, now we can start over!” I realized that she had distracted me on purpose to extend her torture session. I groaned through my gag. She giggled.

“Oh, did I distract you?” she asked with an innocent look on her face? I groaned and nodded, and all the while she played with my sensitive cock. Looking down at me, She gradually increased her intensity. Her hand slipped to my sensitive head more frequently, and with more pressure. Each time, I shook under my restraints. I lasted a few more seconds and grunted three times again.

“So soon? I wonder if I can convince you to let me keep going again…” She backed off the pressure and avoided the glans for a few seconds. “On second thought, though, I think you may really mean it this time. So, I have nothing to gain by giving you a break now.

With that, she immediately increased her speed and pressure, and once again I groaned through the gag and struggled against my restraints.

Again, as we approached my deadline, she slowed things down in the hope I’d be persuaded to let her keep going. “Five seconds…” My decision time was here. I knew if I let her keep going, she’d increase her intensity again and again. I decided to take my chances, and when she said, “zero!” I emitted another three grunts.

She made a little unhappy face, but then, glancing at the clock, warmed to the task of maximizing my torture for another minute.

Grasping my cock firmly with her left hand, she began rubbing the head with her right. Her motion was what one might use to polish a brass doorknob. My hips strained so hard I thought I might break the restraints. I groaned and bucked, though my head was the only part of me that actually moved.

After a few seconds, she changed to a vigorous stroking motion focused on my glans. Her hand pumped so quickly it was almost a blur. The painful sensations increased in frequency. I wondered how much time was left, though I knew most of the final minute still lay ahead of me.

Then, I felt something different. Her high-speed stroking hadn’t changed, but I felt another sensation building inside me. In the midst of this painful stimulation, I was having another orgasm! It didn’t take long to build, and within a second or two I felt the contractions and twitching. I looked toward my cock and saw a tiny dribble of come emerge.

The orgasm wasn’t the normal explosion of pleasure. The discomfort of the motion and pressure on my glans actually increased as my orgasm peaked. But, underneath that, there was a tiny bit of good sensation, a sort of tickle of pleasure. This tickle was less powerful than the pain but seemed to offset it a bit.

“Whoa, did you just come again?” my Mistress asked, looking down at her still pumping fist. I nodded, even as I continued to groan through the gag. I thought she might let up, but she didn’t. “Awesome, I’m glad to see you are enjoying yourself!” she said with a smile, as she watched me writhe and moan.

Suddenly, she stopped, saying simply, “Time’s up!”

The pain ceased immediately. I found I was perspiring and shivering a little. “That’s the adrenaline making you shiver. Don’t worry, it will go away in a few minutes.” She reached for a handful of wet wipes and cleaned up the results of my two orgasms.

She then began to cut the plastic wrap with a pair of surgical scissors. “That second forced orgasm was a surprise,” she said. “Really young guys do that sometimes but get beyond your 20s and it’s less likely. Plus, the painful sensations often overwhelm the feelings that lead to an orgasm.”

With the wrap gone, she started undoing my other restraints. “Now you know why I needed to fully immobilize you, especially your hips. I’ve tried this with simple spread-eagle restraints, and there’s too much motion. It makes it hard for me to work and increased the chance of some kind of muscle strain or injury.” She smiled. “Plus, I really enjoy the feeling of control I have when your cock is in my hand and you can’t move at all, even a tiny bit.”

“So, what do you think of post-orgasm torture? I couldn’t really explain too much in advance without ruining the surprise.”

“Intense,” I replied. I still wasn’t sure how I felt about it, though my body was now relaxed, and I felt a bit euphoric. The shivering seemed to be abating, and, as my Mistress had promised, there was no lingering pain at all in my groin area. My now-flaccid cock felt fine, if somewhat spent.

“You did very well,” she said. “It varies a lot. I had one guy who didn’t get sensitive after he came, and just looked more and more bored. Another guy was so sensitive I stopped the session after just a minute total. out or worse. But you are in that sweet spot — very sensitive, so the torture really is torture, but with that underlying bit of pleasure. I was able to keep you pretty hard for the whole process, which makes everything work better. It’s not absolutely necessary, I’ve made limp penises come, but the sensations are usually stronger when it’s hard.”

She had finished removing the final restraint and helped me sit up. “Take your time standing up,” she cautioned, I stood, and she directed me to the bathroom to clean up and dress. When I emerged, she was in her robe again, still looking lovely.

“Think you are up to try that again sometime? Maybe with a longer safe word time? Or,” she said with a sly smile, “with no safe word at all? Would you put me in complete control, to torture you as long as I wanted?”

I didn’t reply immediately, and she grinned. “You’d be getting hard right now thinking about that if I hadn’t drained you so completely. You know that your biggest turn-on is me being in control. You got hard the first time I tied you to my table, before I even touched you. Just imagine being completely helpless, unable to move, no safe word to fall back on, with me doing whatever I want to your cock… I certainly find that exciting!”

“Don’t answer me now… Think about it. We’ll see how you feel by your next session.” She led me to the door, and with a quick hug, we parted.

A few days passed, and I found my feelings about our session evolving. My first reaction had been to never repeat the post-orgasm torture phase. When my Mistress was abusing my sensitive cock, I wanted nothing more than for her to stop. If I had been able to use a normal safe word, I would have done so.

But as the days passed, I seemed to focus less on the pain and more on the delicious sensory overload of her pushing past my orgasm and continuing to stimulate me. Even the second orgasm, which had been more painful than pleasurable when it happened, in retrospect became more erotic. And the feelings of simultaneous relaxation and euphoria that followed our last session seemed far better than I had experienced with previous BDSM sessions.

To my great surprise, I began to think seriously not only about letting my Mistress repeat the conclusion to our last session but giving her even more control. I wondered if I would be able to endure an even longer safe word delay time. I wondered, too, what my Mistress would do if I had no safe word at all. How long would she torture me? Would she vary the intensity and give me short breaks as she had done the first time? Or, with me unable to stop her, would she go for maximum intensity and maintain it? Would she know when it was really unbearable and stop?

As I pondered these questions, her prediction came true: I began to stiffen involuntarily. Apparently, she understood me all too well.

I took my physical reaction as an indicator of what I should do. Reaching for my phone, I called her to set up our next session. I wasn’t quite sure what it would entail, but I was eager to find out.